From Dinta

14

That morning, as usual, I left with Arkan. Arkan's street never stopped asking about Shanum to me and I answered as far as I knew.

"So Shanum used to go to school in America?" Ask Arkan.

"Yes, she said her mother was there" I answered

"Oh that" said Arkan and many more he asked made me even more uncomfortable with the behavior of Arkan who always asked about Shanum not even just that morning but every morning.

At school Arkan always met with Shanum of course because I Niana and Shanum are always together everywhere now. It was only one week and we started getting familiar.

Every time we go to the cafeteria we are always the center of attention because it is me and Niana always with Shanum, for a few minutes I feel uncomfortable but I think everything is okay.

"Din" said Arkan to my desk that I was with Niana and Shanum in the cafeteria.

I don't know what he meant but when Arkan greeted his eyes at Shanum who was focusing on his phone.

"Hi" I said "sit Ar" I continued.

And we talked together. It always has been.

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That afternoon, as usual, I went home with Arkan and we stopped by a cake shop to buy a cake from his mother Arkan.

"Where do you want? Bubu said I should buy you one" he said.

"It's up to me where I buy it" I replied

"In bargain eat that, in the bargain cake that, always so, you choose I like to be confused Din"

"This one" I answered directly.

"This MBA is one" Arkan pointed to my choice.

When I finished I went home with Arkan. Arkan runs his bike slowly amid the sweet atmosphere of Jakarta in the afternoon that year.

"Din, I want to talk to you" he said. His statement made me think far away.

"By what? By the way, the new cake knows me" I said.

"But I'm ashamed too" he said

"What the hell is Arkan, what are you talking about?"

"Not now ah, later aja malem, I want to go to your house well, let's talk nice" he said to make my heart more dag dug not only because.

"Yes, I can" I replied.

Arriving at home I got my father who was at home with some of his office friends.

I entered and smiled politely greeting my father's two friends.

"Have you come home, son?" Ask Dad

"Yes Well."

"Sit down here first. Recognize these are my friends. It's my youngest son's love" said the father.

"Hallo Om, I'm in love" I said as I greeted the two.

"Well, your son is beautiful too" commented my father's friend

"This can be made" said the other and I just smiled.

"You guys" said my dad.

"Maybe we can make this big, let's just make a match" he said again.

"Ah no I let him choose his choice later" replied my father.

"Waaaah wise father" said my father's friend and everyone laughed.

"Yaudah om Dinta to the room first, want to change clothes" said my.

"Oh yes please" answered the two and I immediately went to the room.

Time has shown at 8 pm but my father's friends have not yet come home and choose to finish their work at my house like it.

I sent a message to Arkan to meet outside because my father and Arkan's friends at home agreed and I immediately went out of the room and came out through the back door after saying goodbye to Bi Nani.

Arriving in front of Arkan is already on his bike.

"Where are you going?" Much

"Fried rice?" Ask.

"You haven't eaten yet?"

"Udah that was fitting came to school but if you want come on"

"Don't eat either"

"Ke cafe aja well, coffee" he said.

"May" I answered and the motor drove through the streets of Jakarta at night and we arrived at a cafe not too far from my home and Arkan complex.

As usual me and Arkan only ordered two cups of capuccino and snacks only.

"So what are you going to say exactly? The cake is serious." I said.

"Seriously not serious about this guy, but I want to be serious about this and I think only you can make it to this serious me" he said. My heart has been beating so hard since.

"Sampe berkelitu talking seriously doang haha. Yaudah so what are you talking about?"

"Okay, but don't be surprised" he said.

"Yes yes, so what do you want to say? Long time ago." I said impatiently.

"Din" he said and his hand clasping my hand that was hanging on the table made my heart soon explode.

"Yes?" I asked while returning his sharp gaze.

"I fell in love with Shanum" he said, making my heart beat not because it was happy but broken.

"Huh?" Reply sepontan.

"Yes Din that, help me to get her well, plis plis" he said as he continued to hold my hand while I wanted to cry now.

"O-oh okay" I replied as I pulled my hand quickly out of his grasp and confirmed my hair.

"Seriously? Din you know for yourself this is the first time I choose a girl, and do not know why I like to go to Shanum kek gini. So plis well Din help me deket the same he so he can know me further and vice versa" he said easily all the words were slid from his mouth. I feel like I want to cry immediately to hear everything because after all I can be sure my one-sided love will not be reciprocated until anytime.

"Yes I help you" I replied with a fake smile.

"Thanks well Din" he said

"Yes Ar" I replied "eh I go to the toilet first well, if you need no Shanum is on my phone just take it" I said and he nodded.

I rushed to the toilet and cried there sobbing softly a few minutes ago and quickly washed my face and came back to Arkan.

"What more food do you want?" Ask Arkan

"No, no" I replied in a strange voice.

"Din?" Ask.

"Yes?" Much

"Why you?"

"Why what? Gakpp ko" I replied with a fake smile.

"If there's anything you're telling stories about"

"Yes, I'm fine this time"

"Will you go home now?" He asked and I nodded then he immediately pulled my hand and we left the cafe after paying.

On the bike with our own feelings. Of course our feelings were different Arkan was happy and I was the other way around.

I don't know why my tears just flowed and it seemed like Arkan was aware of it and with that he pulled my hand that I had on my thigh to his stomach and I consciously held him and leaned my head on his back and sobbing there.

That night I felt like half my race just left. I don't know what Arkan was thinking but maybe he just thought I was crying about my parents.

Arriving at the house I found my parents were arguing again, when Mamah was arguing about a friend of my father who came home when what was wrong and it made me more devastated. I just wanted to get out of the world at the time.

I went to my room and cried and fell asleep.

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